As a dedicated supporter of the procrastination life, it’s disorienting to write a preview about a game that won’t be played until seven years from this September. After all the good times I’ve enjoyed over the years with my dear friend procrastination, such an act feels like it has huge “backstabbing and dropping the body down a crevasse” energy.
However, I find comfort in the fact this won’t be a true preview but more of a prediction of what life and Ole Miss will be like in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand Twenty Eight (!